Trust me, no tortures which the poets feign, can match the fierce, the unutterable pain, he feels, who night and day, devoid of rest, carries his own accuser in his breast
Quote by Juvenal
No one ever became extremely wicked suddenly.
Honesty is praised and starves
There is hardly a case in which the dispute was not caused by a woman.
All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.
Every fault of the mind becomes more conspicuous and more guilty in proportion to the...
A man who has nothing can whistle in a robber's face
The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.
This is his first punishment, that by the verdict of his own heart no guilty...
No one ever reached the worst of a vice at one leap.
I wish it, I command it. Let my will take the place of a reason.
For women's tears are but the sweat of eyes.
Yes, know thyself: in great concerns or small, Be this thy care, for this, my...
Who you know will get your foot into the door. What you know will keep...
Many individuals have, like uncut diamonds, shining qualities beneath a rough exterior.
Wisdom is the winner over good luck
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem on others
Poverty is bitter, but it has no harder pang than that it makes men ridiculous.
Staring us in the face is the desperate plight of the poor. We don't need...
If it were (Is it not) outrageous that society should treat with such rigid precision...
Let us, above all, be clear that, without a convincing program of debt relief to...